An age of Demons(open)
Jun 30, 2013 0:53:17 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2013 0:53:17 GMT -7
Bacchus had been scouring every inch of the lands for a clue to where his brother had ran off to. Last he had checked he was held captive within the Brigade by a determined Commander Bacchus soon found to be much more than he appeared. However when Bacchus went back to take his brother for himself it had seemed Sedaiyus had cleverly slipped away. This was not something that should have surprised Bacchus but given where he was being held, it did. It would seem his brother was more worthy of their bloodline than he had realized even for a half breed. Bacchus had hoped to find and capture Sedaiyus and present him to their mother when the time came to bring her to this world however the tracks leading to anywhere successful grew colder with each passing season. This brought him to his next problem, their mother. She wasn't in this world he knew that, her power and influence was too great to be concealed and unnoticed. So was she on another plane somewhere or was she too trapt in hell waiting for a opportunity as well? Time would tell, but at this time, he had to begin preparing this world for her and prove his worth. He would show her he was worthy of her recognition and would not be cast aside so easily.
Ah the forest of Sylthanus, eerie as ever, and remarkably similar to how he remembered them hundreds of years ago. It was comforting to see not all things had changed in this world, a trait he admired about vampires. His brother had been here before but for what purpose? Surely Sedaiyus was not powerful nor clever enough to meddle in the affairs of the royal cast leading the vampires, could he have? Perhaps just some fun and trouble around the borders? It was hard to say with Sedaiyus, a trait he disliked greatly in his brother, such unpredictability and impulse lead his brother instead of logic and careful thought to actions. Bacchus was walking casual carefully observing the near faded energies his brother left behind. They would not last much longer, of that he was certain, but more troubling than that Bacchus felt as though he wasn't alone. It was understandable though, though Bacchus felt like everything around him was his, he knew the vampires understood this place was their home and here, he was the outsider. Bacchus could be something of a site to see however, especially around here, in this place, certainly out of place. He was naturally very beautiful and attractive, even more so than Sedaiyus, he was after all desire incarnate.
He could be allot to take in the first time one saw Bacchus. Though not as prideful to admit as Sedaiyus, he was depicted as a naturally very blandiloquent man. He had evocative alluring ocean blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light, almost hypnotic and entrancing if one let themselves go to the near enticing appeal. His body was was near flawless, well toned, muscular in a swimmers kind of build, yet not too buff or burly holding onto great masculinity without giving up many elegant features more akin to a woman. No doubt bringing cynosure to many men who idolized such a figure. His skin was always well blended and tanned just right, not too light but far from bronzed. His skin itself was silk like, soft to the touch, never rough despite how active he was in athleticism and combat. There was a gentleness to his touch, fairly graceful in fact in his movement, always with purpose and calculated. At the same time it was apparent he held great strength and security about him, illuminated with self confidence. He had a nice smile, a smile that could lighten up the night sky itself, light hearted and carefree. Even his soft and mellifluous voice was something to behold easily soothing and warming. Bacchus wore a long trench coat to cover his body appropriately, though what was underneath could certainly be assumed was as little as possible, one pet peeve Bacchus shared with his brother.
Ah the forest of Sylthanus, eerie as ever, and remarkably similar to how he remembered them hundreds of years ago. It was comforting to see not all things had changed in this world, a trait he admired about vampires. His brother had been here before but for what purpose? Surely Sedaiyus was not powerful nor clever enough to meddle in the affairs of the royal cast leading the vampires, could he have? Perhaps just some fun and trouble around the borders? It was hard to say with Sedaiyus, a trait he disliked greatly in his brother, such unpredictability and impulse lead his brother instead of logic and careful thought to actions. Bacchus was walking casual carefully observing the near faded energies his brother left behind. They would not last much longer, of that he was certain, but more troubling than that Bacchus felt as though he wasn't alone. It was understandable though, though Bacchus felt like everything around him was his, he knew the vampires understood this place was their home and here, he was the outsider. Bacchus could be something of a site to see however, especially around here, in this place, certainly out of place. He was naturally very beautiful and attractive, even more so than Sedaiyus, he was after all desire incarnate.
He could be allot to take in the first time one saw Bacchus. Though not as prideful to admit as Sedaiyus, he was depicted as a naturally very blandiloquent man. He had evocative alluring ocean blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light, almost hypnotic and entrancing if one let themselves go to the near enticing appeal. His body was was near flawless, well toned, muscular in a swimmers kind of build, yet not too buff or burly holding onto great masculinity without giving up many elegant features more akin to a woman. No doubt bringing cynosure to many men who idolized such a figure. His skin was always well blended and tanned just right, not too light but far from bronzed. His skin itself was silk like, soft to the touch, never rough despite how active he was in athleticism and combat. There was a gentleness to his touch, fairly graceful in fact in his movement, always with purpose and calculated. At the same time it was apparent he held great strength and security about him, illuminated with self confidence. He had a nice smile, a smile that could lighten up the night sky itself, light hearted and carefree. Even his soft and mellifluous voice was something to behold easily soothing and warming. Bacchus wore a long trench coat to cover his body appropriately, though what was underneath could certainly be assumed was as little as possible, one pet peeve Bacchus shared with his brother.